Chapter 10: The Black Saint

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We're back at the glasshouse the next day and I can tell that something is different with Nathan. He seemed less attentive and his face had lost all warmth. He didn't give me any soft smirks, nor did we talk much on our drive back to the house.

Something happened while he was out the other day, I could tell.

I wanted his attention and his touch badly. I needed some sort of assurance. After I'd seen that picture frame, my whole mind was in turmoil.

Nathan didn't wear any ring on his hand, and maybe that meant he wasn't married anymore. Despite that, I realized how little I know about him.

The pain I'd felt when I'd seen that picture frame. My chest hurts just remembering it. I love him, and yet I don't know him.

In fact, if I thought hard about it, I only knew his name and now, I knew he was married before.

I sat up on the bed as Nathan emerged from the bathroom.

"There's an award ceremony tomorrow night. It's supposed to be an honorary event."

I nodded, listening to wha